But Its Still Always Right Though.

But it’s still always right though.

I haven’t felt like I mattered in years. In general or to anyone at all. It’s been made clear and clearly told to me that I have no “home”. Nowhere I’m wanted. Nowhere I belong...I wake up every day miserable and just exist. I fantasize every day about a doctor telling me I have some incurable disease and giving me like a month or a week left to live. Just for someone to tell me it can end soon...but I don’t get that peace. Or that freedom. If I want this to end, I have to end it myself. I only hope I find the means to soon. So I can also stop waking up every day hating myself, getting hated on my everyone else. Just stop existing like this....

When your heart is broken, nowhere is home, it’s not good to be at home or work, everyone who says they’ll always be there for you and then leave you all alone the only thing to do is to listen to music and cry silently. 💔

Impossible. Could never happen.

Get you a freak that

Genuinely loves and cares about you and your mental health.

Because it is the Spooky Twin Month.

"Why is Halloween trending in June??" I think I can help you with that:

You're on Tumblr.

I hope that helps xoxo

After all the shit I’ve had to and still have to put up with I’m sick of living at this point.

despite everything.

Always have and always will.

the rumors are true, I fucking suck